Yankee Page #2

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- Take a good look.

The goods I want

should be heavy:
Gold.

I sent two men

to the bank of Los Alamos...

...to make

the cashier talk.

He's supposed to tell us

when the gold coach arrives.

- Will he tell us?

- The cards say nothing about cashiers.

- Only that goods are on their way.

- Must be the gold from the post waggon.

- That can't be seen.

- Don't they say a thing about Cheap John?

Will we find him?

Take a good look!

Come on, grill them some more,

those damn cards!

Oh no, now you cursed them.

They won't say anything anymore.

Damnit!

I brought you

the Yankee.

And they don't tell me

to keep my back clear, these cards?

- What's gotten into you?

- Go away!

These are all portraits

of you, seor?

Pretty.

It's a shame, though...

...that something's

missing.

- What the hell is missing, you think?

- The numbers.

What numbers?

Spit it out.

Well, all the portraits of your men

have numbers on them.

I saw that in the

sheriff's office this morning.

Ugly mugs.

But nice numbers.

Who the hell did you

bring me there, Luiz?

Someone who looks for portraits

to sell frames?

And you, what kind of hostess are you?

Leaves the guest standing around like a horse.

Come on!

Is a stool okay?

Do you want a cigar?

Fine stuff from smugglers.

No, thanks.

You don't smoke?

Is your throat burning?

Then you

have to wet it.

A whiskey for

the gentleman, quick!

More whiskey!

For you.

Good manners.

But real bad goblets.

I'll give you a whole set

if we're going to do business together.

We still need a jester on our court.

You always said that, Philosopher.

What kind of business

are you talking about?

A killer business

if you ask me.

I only arrived this morning,

but already saw two interesting things:

Your minister for burial affairs

sending Mr. Perro straight to hell.

And then, when I was at the sheriff's,

I had a look at the famous family portraits.

Those with the numbers.

And that got me

an idea.

- What goddamned idea is that?

- A damn good idea, I think.

Founding a company together with you,

for selling heads.

Heads?

Of stone-cold

characters.

Of those.

To make this clear:

They're not worth much, but the numbers

on the portraits are good.

Excellent idea,

Yankee.

And is there also

a bounty on your head?

I'm not yet

on the market, seor.

That's a shame.

The company should be built

on equal shares.

A skin for a skin.

What capital are you bringing in?

I'm bringing

the business concept.

He's someone who should cry,

but he makes us laugh instead.

I told you

we found a jester.

That's enough!

The Concho founds no company.

With nobody.

The Concho has only one partner:

Himself.

Me! Myself.

A good partner.

One who sees with his own eyes,

and hears with his own ears.

And who keeps his back clear

all by himself.

The Concho

has only one partner:

The Great Concho.

Don't you think you're too great

for a single pair of shorts?

And you?

Can't you see

you're way too small for me?

Maybe as a partner,

but as an enemy, I might grow.

Not against me.

A jester will always

be a fool.

And if I'm not amused anymore,

I'll let my men have some fun.

You treated me as a frame seller,

a fur trader, and a jester.

While actually

I'm a safe.

Hombre, talk straight.

Speak out.

Like I said, a safe.

Very secure

and full of money.

What money are you

talking about?

Money I earned myself.

It's not here, but in a safe place.

- Where is that place?

- In the old mine.

The money from the post waggon.

You searched it in vain.

I already found

Cheap John...

...and became

his heir.

But if you found the company,

I'll give you the money from the train...

...as a bailment.

I don't like you,

nightingale.

You can't impress me

with your drivel.

Go to the mine.

My men will go

with you.

If the money is there, good,

if not, you're dead.

Gold Tooth! Take four smart boys

and accompany the Yankee.

Gold Tooth...

If the gold isn't there,

sound him out.

If he screws you,

I'll screw you.

Does the nightingale

fancy this game?

I might not be a nightingale,

but I do like the game.

Good, I like it, too,

but I only play to win.

Then you can only play with folks

who have no luck.

And I'm always lucky,

also in game.

Not as lucky as I am,

frame seller.

Okay.

Goodbye.

There are only two options,

and only two.

You will either meet me again,

or you'll meet the devil.

Won't make

a difference, seor.

The devil has horns, too,

and they can break.

Let's go, boys!

On your horses!

We're there.

This is it.

In there.

You others

come from the back.

I'll be waiting here

for you, Yankee.

Let's hurry!

And don't you

forget, Yankee:

If you don't come out with the gold,

I'll come up with some lead.

Okay.

- The gold should be here.

- Where?

Stop there, Yankee!

It's here!

Tough luck, Yankee!

Bastard.

Get up!

Go back to the Concho.

And tell him that the Yankee

makes the deal himself.

All your heads have their value.

I'll sell them all.

Tell him that!

And also tell him

that his head will be last.

Consalvo!

The Yankee is here.

Consalvo!

Get the cart out.

- The luxurious one.

- And I prayed for your soul...

Go now and

get the horses ready.

- Luiz! Let's go.

- Go, boys, quick.

Angelo, Tattoo,

let's go!

If someone is surrounded by fire,

there's two options.

Only two:

He either burns or goes insane.

The weapons we're getting

are far more valuable than words.

I also have a motto.

This one:

Burn if you don't

want to be burned.

You like it,

Philosopher?

- What about the Yankee? Spit it out!

- He said...

...that he'll sell

our heads.

All of them.

One after another.

Yours will be last...

He wants you

to know that.

I know what I

have to do.

I know that the Yankee is a fool

who puts his life at stake.

Damn bastard!

You stole my joy to kill you...

...by letting

the bastard run off.

Luiz! You stay and keep your eyes open!

We'll take care of the weapons.

- Let's go, boys!

- Let's go! Come on!

There'll still be time to play with

the Yankee, that fool, when we come back.

- Why did you come, grave defiler?

- Because of the dead.

- I was told there were some here.

- Who told you that, grave shoveller? Who?

- The Yankee.

- Where did you see him?

- At the tavern.

- On the horse, Portuguese!

And you,

what are you doing here?

Where did you

crawl out from?

Why the hell

did you come here, Yankee?

I don't want to get involved in your affairs.

I don't want any trouble, understand?

Yankee, I'm talking to you!

I have nothing to do with it!

I don't know you, I never knew you

and I don't want to know you!

I don't want to see you,

I never saw you, got it?

Let's go!

Ruano, take the reins!

You! To the other coach! Quick!

Where's the Yankee?

I don't know anything, seor.

Absolutely nothing.

The man you're looking for

wasn't here.

Why are you

snooping around here, huh?

The American gentleman said

that he's waiting for you.

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